Interpolation

It was a cool calm, yet breezy, settling Sunday morning
As I braved the unsettling characteristic darkness of my mind
I permitted peace and clarity to permeate my thought processes
As the thunderous, irrepressible force of expectations drowns within me

The safe, synchronized, symphony of sequenced sensibility settled my mind
As an asymmetric condensation of chilling emotion fills my being
The eye of my mind seems never to truly conceive my unparalleled reality
It merely endeavors to assigns various layers of context
To my warped array of myriad experiences